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Ororo slips into the bar quietly, shutting the door behind her as she takes a moment to look around. She has not seen Kate the last two times she has been here, but tonight...

Tonight she does.

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And Kate sees her.

This is what we call "Mutant Glomp of Glee."

"Kitten!"

Ororo is not perhaps a glomper by nature, but the word may be appropriate.

"Oh, my kitten, it is so good to see you. It has been far too long."

"I know. I know. I missed you, 'Ro."

Glomp may have turned a little into clinging.

Because she really did miss her, and she doesn't want to let go right now.

"I miss everyone. Just--things."

Kate is eloquent.

She's also not too worried about it right now.

Ororo is not averse to the clinging. She may even be doing a little of it herself.

"You are missed in return, my kitten. So very much."

"I'm working on figuring things out."

Things = coming back. She sort of assumes Ororo will know that, but she's going to talk about it in more detail later either way.

"How're you doing?"

"I am well."

It's not a lie. It's not completely true either.

"I remain in the city for the time being, aiding the Fantastic Four. I believe that the presence of T'challa and myself is doing some good there."

"We like good. It so rarely shows up."

That's a little rueful.

"...Did you get the blue uniform?"

Because now she's picturing Black Panther mask with the blue spandex, and it hurts her head a little.

Ororo laughs at that, surprised and amused.

"Oh, my kitten, only you would ask that. No, neither T'Challa nor I are wearing the traditional garb of their team. We are not permanent members, after all."

A distinction as important to her as it is to the Fantastic Four themselves.

"Probably for the best. Though you could pull it off. ...T'Challa might have a bigger problem given the panther gig."

"Indeed," Ororo manages before laughing again at the thought of T'Challa in blue spandex.

"Of course, given some of my own past costumes, perhaps I should not laugh so much."

"The mowhawk was really not you, 'Ro," she says wryly.

Well, it wasn't.

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